WoW: The Internal Quests.

WoW: The Internal Quests. (dkitty and Mortals_Dreams)

Vatia sat on the edge of the Goblin Zeppelin as she watched the tower of Orgrimmar grow closer. She had left her home in Eversong Woods to find her fortune in the world. Well really she just wanted someone to teach her about adventuring. Back home every able bodied adventure was off experiencing new things seeing new sights so no one wanted to help a young Blood Elf Rogue learn the ropes. After many failed attempts to work alone (with more than enough times of awakening in the local grave yard) she decided to search out someone to work with. But no one wanted to work with her so she left Silvermoon and tried her luck in Tirisfal Glades. But her hatred of Scourge made it hard to work with the Forsaken even thou they were supposed to be allies, Vatia had seen what the Scourge had done to her people and want nothing of them. So now she was off to Durtar and try to find a partner there.

As the Zeppelin pulled up to the tower Vatia reach down and picked up her pack. The heat and humidity were already making her pale golden skin sweet which made her long blonde hair stick to her face. As she was bending over Vatia long ears picked up laughter from behind her. Looking around she saw a Tauren and a Troll looking at her with smug smiles on their faces. Vatia straightened up quickly and started to say something to them for laughing at her. But their eyes still looked behind her. Turning her head Vatia looked to see what they were looking at. Her glowing green eyes widen as she saw that her cape had fell away from her back letting the two males see the curvy of her ass under her tight leather pants. She turned away as she felt her face blush, they weren’t making fun of her they were admiring her body. Vatia smiled to herself as she remembered the way her fellow Blood Elves had scoffed at the thought of other Horde members ogling Blood elf women. She didn’t see anything wrong with it and had been curious about the males of the Taurens, Trolls, Orcs, and even the funny little Goblins. Vatia lifted her pack and walked toward the ramp. She glanced at the Troll and Tauren and saw they were still smiling at her. She smiled shyly back then headed down the ramp and the short distance to the gates of Orgrimmar.

Walking into to Orgrimmar for the first time was amazing. The sights and sounds that greeted her made her mouth drop open in surprise. Never had she seen so many different beings in one place. There were vendor shouting to buy the goods. Warriors heading off to the north. Adventures riding in and out. She even saw a few females inviting the men to fellow them to their rooms. Oh, right she remembered what they were. Vatia looked around and saw a guard standing watch by the entrance. She had to shout to ask him were she could find work. He gave her a lopsided grin and asked how much. Vatia looked puzzled at him then glowing green widened and she shook her head make her blonde hair stick more to her pale golden face. She explained what she was looking for and felt sorry as the guard looked at her chest fallen. He pointed her to a tavern close by.

Vatia walked into the tavern and was greeted with suspicious eyes and a few admiring ones. She looked around and saw many male and female patrons; some drinking, some talking, and some watching a Troll woman in the corner slowly undressing to the music a Goblin played beside her. Vatia felt jealous as she saw the Troll woman take her top off and noticed her breast were much larger then her. Shaking her head she walked over to where a wooden broad was stuck to the wall. Yellowed pieces of paper were tacked to it. Reaching up she brushed long strains of blonde hair from her face as she looked over the papers.

Great they were all in Orcish. Why hadn’t she learned to read Orcish without help? Because her people thought it was beneath them. Vatia reach back into one of her pouches and pulled out a small book. At least she could translate the writing with this. Opening it she looked from the first letter then down at the book. She thumbed thru four pages until she found it. “This is going to take forever.” She said.

Thalgar ran the sharpening stone along the edge of his weapon, sparks falling to the ground from the large double bladed axe. The weapon was already plenty sharp of course, he kept his weapon well prepared for the battle at all times. A warrior is only as good as his weapon and Thalgar was a very good warrior.

Muscles bulged underneath his armor, his powerful build obvious even underneath the metal rings of his chainmail. In the heat sweat glistened across his dark green skin, cutting throgh the layers of road dust that constantly filled the air in the grasslands town. Yellow eyes watched the tavern arond him even as his hands worked, keeping an eye on the activity around him even in this semipeaceful setting. Even the top of his body was warlike, shore of hair in order to stop it from interfearing with him in battle.

His constant gaze stopped as the elf woman walked in, staring at her as she moved over to the bounty board. She moved with a graceful step, the weapons and her movements declaring her as a rogue. Many orcs looked down on Blood Elves, seeing them as new allies that could not yet be trusted, and weak ones at that. Relying on guile and and magic instead of strength but Thalgar could see the use of them. Yes they did not possess the strength of an orc but he had seen a fireball boil the skin from a man, the posioned dagger slide into the heart. They may not have much honor but they were effective on the battle field. And even though they didn't have the tusks of an orc woman their was something enjoyable about they finally shaped bodies.

The heavily muscled orc pushed his seat back, the chair groaning as he released it from his wieght. He shouldered his large axe, slinging the shield andsmaller axe that served as his secondary weapons onto his back as well before he moved across the tavern. The crowds parting around him as his large shoulder pushed through the other patrons, like a ship parting the waves.

"The bounty is for pirates. In particular their captain." Thalgar growled to the female elf, his deep voice speaking in the language common to all of the Horde.

Vatia was so intent on the paper she was trying to translate that she hadn’t heard someone step up behind her. She jumped and almost dropped her book as she heard a deep voice start speaking to her. She turned quickly to see who it was her hand going to the hilt of her dagger. A orc. She could feel his rumbling voice in her chest as he finished his statement. “Oh, that’s what it says. Um… reads.” She winced at how dumb she must sound and turned back to the paper. “Sounds like something I could do.” Her hand pulled away from her dagger and reached up with her slender hand and pulled the bounty paper down.

Vatia turned to look at the Orc again. As she did she smelled the pungent odor coming off his body. She hadn’t spent much time around Orcs and never really smelled one so it was a surprise when his musky odor hit her nose. But unlike her fellow Blood Elves, Vatia tried her best not to show her displeasure or surprise. Besides she didn’t want to offend him. With a little cough she looked up into his yellow eyes for he was a bit taller than she was. Her glowing green eyes then took in the rest off his features. Dark green skin wet with sweet and covered with dust from. She could see his chainmail strain to hold in his bulging muscles of his chest. A confident looking face with a bald head and two tusk showing on either side of his mouth. A large double bladed axe at his back. Vatia forgot about his smell as she drew in a breath. Despite herself she found him somewhat attractive.

She was surprised at how she felt as she looked him over. She blinked her glowing green eyes as she tried to remember what he said. “Oh, are you going for this… um bounty.” As she talked unconsciously Vatia reached up and pushed back her clock from her slender shoulders. Her dark leather vest came down just above her belly button and two straps held it over her pale golden shoulders. The low cut in front showing off her small but nice sweet covered cleavage. “Is it always this hot here?”

"So a skinny little thing like you is going to go after the pirates hunh? You sure you can do it by yourself?" The large orcs arms crossed across his chest, his thick shoulders squaring up even more with the simple movement. Muscles moving and bulging with the movement. Of course he knew that just because a blood elf was skinny didn't mean much, their small bodies holding more muscle than would be beleiveable. Still while there was grace and experience to her, obvious in her movements, it still spoke to inexperience. The potential was there but the practice hadn't brought it all out yet.

"I was thinking about going for the bounty myself, though there isn't any reason that we can't work together. After all the bounty is the same no matter how many of us end up killing him. Besides it doesn't hurt to have some company." The orc couldn't help but having his eyes go up and down her body. After all even if she didn't mean to do it, she had gone from something that covered all over her body to showing quite a lot of flawless smooth skin. Suprising considering her profession.

"Yeah it tends to be hot around here. Though you tend to get used to the feeling. So what do you say. Want to team up for this one?" Thalgar cocked his head to the side, looking back into the the elf woman's eyes.

Vatia frowned at the orc. She wasn’t skinny, slender maybe but not skinny. She couldn’t understand why it bothered her. But he was right about one thing, she couldn’t do it by herself. Not unless she want to wake up in the local grave yard over and over again. Her frown vanished as she saw his dark green muscular arm bulge when he crossed his arms. She gulped at the sight of those large muscles at work. She had a feeling that this orc wasn’t the brute savage that her people believed his race to be.

She listened to what he said next and almost said yes before he finished. “Yes, your company would be good. I mean company as in more then one trying it alone. Not that your company would be bad. Just mmm. I’m not skinny.” Her face felt a bit hotter as she slightly blushed from making such a dumb remake. She then caught his yellow eyes moving over her from top to bottom. Vatia looked down and saw that her leather vest was showing off her small but nice looking cleavage. She felt her blush deepen as her pale golden face became hotter. She quickly and a little clumsily pulled her clock back over her slender shoulders. Then with a weak smile she looked back at the orc in front of her.

“Oh, it does! Well good. I’ve heard that when you get more into the interior that the humidity drops some but the air is drier.” Which would be the same as the humidity dropping. Why do I sound like such a dullard now? She thought as she looked back at the paper in her hand. She looked back up into the orcs eyes. “That sounds like a good idea to me.” Vatia held out her empty hand toward the orc. “I’m Vatia.”

Thalgar grinned as he watched the blood elf woman start to become more and more nervous just by standing in her presence. he coudl hear every gulp that she made, and noticed everytime she stumbled over her own words, knowing exactly where those nervious tics came from. He had met a few blood elves before, mostly a arrogant and snobbish race but a few of the woman seemed to notice the other males in the Horde quite a lot. Their own men were just as feminine as the woman, skninny thigns too and they weren't used the the raw feel of masculinity that the other Horde races had.

"I understand what you are saying." The orc responded, noticing how she covered herself back up, the blush spreading across her body, including all the way down her neck to her breasts before the cloak fell back into place. He could tell he was having an effect on her and he hadto wonder how much experience she had with males of any race to being with.

"I'm Thalgar. It is good to meet you." The orc's own hand came forward, the massive hand covering the smaller elves hand on its own. It just seemed to emphasize the difference between the two of them, his hands dwarfing her just as his body did.

"Do you have everythign that you will need or do you need to pick anythgn else up before we go?" The orc kept her hand in his own, the small and silken smooth skin feeling good versus his own rougher skin.

Vatia looked at the orc’s smile and realized what it may have meant. It wasn’t the arrogant smile of someone who looked down on her. No it was interest in her. Could he find her attractive? The thought of that would make other Blood elves cringe with disgust but Vatia found it exciting. Maybe they could… Vatia gulped again.

“Hello Thalgar. Nice to meet you too.” Vatia looked down and saw her slender hand was engulfed in his larger hand. The contrast of their skins, pale golden to dark green, fascinated her. The skin on her hand tingled from the way his rough skin moved over her silky smooth skin. She wondered what it would feel like to have those rough hands touching other places on her body. Her face became hot again at the thought. She didn’t even try to pull her slender hand out of his large one. Part of her didn’t want to. His hand felt strong and warm wrapped around hers. And she didn’t mind that he smelled of traveling. As she watched him a small bead of sweet ran down her neck and in between her small breast.

“No I just got here from the Zepplen a little while ago. I haven’t even found a place to stay.” She nervously wiggled two fingers from her other hand to show some one walking. “Straight here. Looking for you.” She closed her glowing green eyes as she stuttered. “Looking for work, that was what I was doing.” She reached up and ran her fingers through her blonde hair. As her fingers touched her long ears she realized how hot they felt. Great her blushing was spreading. Vatia pulled her hand back down and smiled at Thalgar again. “I um shouldn’t need anything before we go.” She winced a bit as she tried to hide the fact that she didn’t know if she did or not. As she watched him a small bead of sweet ran down her neck and in between her small breast.

Thalgar knew what kind of effect that he was having on the Blood Elf. He wasn't skilled in the ways of women, the ways of battle taking over instead but he certainyl knew a few things. Orcs tended to be a bit more direct in their romance as well but he could see the heat rising through her body as she blushed. Could feel the fact that she wasn't dropping his hand even though they had been touching for longer than normal now. He could even follow the line of sweat as he slipped down her thin neck and slid between her breasts before it disappeared from view.

"Well what ever you were looking for little rogue I think we can get it." Thalgar grinned, his teeth and tusks obvious with his wide grin. He adjusted the straps to his pack and made sure that his weapons would draw easily from their sheaths. He carried plenty of them but it was hard to know which one he would need at any time.

"No point waiting if you got everything. My mount is outside so you can just collect yours then we can ride." The large orc turned away from Vatia and walked out of the inn. The exit to the great orc city wasn't very far away from the inn so it was a quick walk outside of the city. And there was his mount, a large silver gray wolf standing beside the hitching post outside. As soon as Thalgar stepped out the wolf threw its head back, the reins slipping from the post and the large animal walked over, butting its head against the orcs chest.

"Vatia this is Thress."

Vatia smiled shyly back at the orc. She was a bit surprised to see his tusks but his smile may her feel not as intimidated. She reluctantly released his big strong hand taking one last long look at the contrast between pale golden skin and dark green skin. Vatia watched as he worked on the straps of his pack. She had never seen so many weapons before or so many muscles. Taking a cue from her new companion she checked her own equipment. Dagger, short sword, poison pouch, vanishing dust, and back pack. Yep she was ready.

Vatia turned and started following Thalger out of the inn. She looked up at the stage the troll women was on and was a bit surprised to see a dark skinned human girl dancing in her spot. Her black hair spun around her as she danced seductively from the crowd that cheered louder as they watched her undress to the goblins music. Vatia noticed the slave chain around the human girl’s wrist and nodded to herself. She had heard that the Horde on this side of the ocean captured others for slaves. At least this one was pretty for a human. Vatia shook her head and walked out of the inn.

As she walked behind Thalger, Vatia couldn’t help but notice how big the orcs shoulders were. The bulging muscles of the back of his legs and arms. She was so wrapped up in looking at him that she didn’t realize that they were outside until she felt the hot sun on her long ears. Vatia looked in front of Thalger to see where they were going and saw a hitching post. She grimaced as she remembered that he had said something about a mount. Vatia had never liked the riding birds of her people. They were a bit to high strung and temperamental for her liking. She watched as the silver gray wolf walked up to Thalger and butt its head against his chest.

Vatia gave the wolf a seat smile. “Hello Thress.” Then she looked up at Thalger. “Can I pet it?”